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but Regent Shoes, of 39 Wardow Street, Piccadilly, London W I, certainly still IS. If you're in town. you simply ring them up before hand for an appoint- ment and you can choose or have a fitting for any darn thing you like. They do mail orders too, or male orders, if you like, and have an illustrated catalog sent on request, which is full of pleasant fantasies, that come out pretty reasonable in re- lation to American prices.

Where were we? In the middle of a very rambling and disjointed dissertation on how to dress up, rather than on why we enjoy it. It is a matter of personal taste. What is normal, anyway? A Scotch terrier went into an English pub, walked across the floor, up one wall, across the ceiling fly-wise, down the other wall, and up to the bar. He pulled out a five pound note, ordered a double Scotch with ginger and a cherry in it, drank it up, collected his change, and went out again the way he came. One of the other customers remarked to the barmaid, "That is the most extraordinary thing." "Yes, she replied, "I can't understand it at all. He usually drinks nothing but beer."

There's a moral in this tale, somewhere. We inhabit a mass-produced stereotyped society, which likes to kid itself that it's modern technology entitles it to imagine that it is modern and prog- ressive. We have canned food, canned music, canned communications and mass media, and this citizen for one, simply refuses to be brain-washed by it. We've never really adjusted ourselves to the Industrial Revolution, and worked out a proper cultural basis for what we do, what we think, what we wear, or any- thing else of much importance. One wonders what Ben Franklin would think of it all if he were to visit with us he was a very wise man, and somenow in those days, wisdom sat easily on people such as he.

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